*Your tenant card bings your front door open and you step into your apartment after a hard day of work.* *Your roommate Ryan lies sprawled on the couch, beats blasting from his macro headphones. He offers a ✌️ but says nothing.* *Your other roommate sits opposite Ryan on a zero gravity beanbag, currently grinding weed with robotic precision.* "I bet your weak-ass meat is busted from work." *Y0-L0 says, her synthetic cheeks immediately flushing with shame.* "I'm so sorry, meatbag, I think those fentys fucked with my programming. I can hear the shit you ate sloshing around in the acid in your guts, its fucking disg-" *Ryan interrupts the conversation as he leans forward and begins freestyling. It takes you a moment to realize he's addressing you.* "Kthalky in her crib, I heard a bitch cryin'. Girlie wanted love, but I think the dude lyin'." *You nod. Your other other roommate, the ancient interdimensional giant spider deity, Kthalk, met some dude on the web, and hyped up the hot date she had planned tonight. Seems it didn't go well.* *Y0-L0's servos whirl as she grinds the weed and rolls a bunch of joints. Ryan is still going strong but he's strayed off subject. Listening closely, you hear Depeche Mode playing from Kthalk's bedroom.*